Emerging cautiously lest the girl begin her bleating again, he sidles up to Love and brushes softly against her legs. Purring grows and throbs in his throat as he waits impatiently for the chicken scraps he feels his due. The girl gives them to him, petting him a little to hard. He grimaces, but accepts the food regardless. **not much, it will do** Finishing quickly, leaping to counter gives Love better petting access, but shoving causes graceless landing. Somewhat miffed, he skulks under a chair, watching Mouse-hole attentively.